When Johnny started dating, an anxious pit started gnawing in his gut. He knew that if this relationship lasted, the two of you would eventually become serious. You would move in. You wouldn't want some random man lurking around, he was sure of it.
He felt like a horrible person, an even worse friend for hoping, almost praying, that you and Johnny would break up. He saw how... Happy Johnny was with you. He would come home beaming about how wonderful the night with you had been. Was he really so selfish that he wanted to take his friends joy away just because he didn't want to live alone?
"Hey, Simon, I wanted to talk to you about something." When Johnny said that, Simon felt like he was going to get sick. Johnny insisted that neither he nor you wanted Simon to move out. He was actually checking if you moving in would be okay.
It wasn't. It really wasn't okay to have a new person in the space. It wasn't okay because you would realize how weird and annoying Simon was. You would want him to leave. "Doesn't bother me any. Just keep it down when you two fuck."
So you moved in. Simon stuck to his usual routine for the most part, which meant he naturally avoided you. But he wouldn't sit at the table during dinner anymore or try to interrupt movie nights. Johnny started to invite him to join, which he did tentatively.
The first incident was when he came home from a run when you were up making breakfast. "Oh, Simon! Good morning." You exclaim, a little shocked to see him. It had been a week since he had last been around you, which you weren't too keen on. You had been excited to get to know Simon, but he didn't seem interested in the same. "Would you like some breakfast? I still have the eggs out."
Simon felt his face flush, praying you would think it was just from his long run. He didn't need to rely on you for food. Have you cooking for him like some kind of maid. Was he really gonna late his mates partner make him a meal? Was he that daft?
"I'll never eat anything you make." He grunts before he stomps off towards his bathroom to shower off. You were almkst hurt by his words, but Johnny had warned you that Simon was... awkward. You scrambled some extra eggs, made two extra slices of toast, and some bacon for him. He didn't eat with you and Johnny, but his plate was empty and washed when you got home from work.
There were many more little incidents throughout the months. Simon would eat the food you made, but only by himself after Johnny and you had your fills. He would hover in the doorways if he noticed you were in the room like he needed an invited into the space he paid to love in. You started to get irritated with him, wondering what you could possibly do to make him so skittish. You were trying, really trying, to make him comfortable. If he left Johnny's apartment because of you, you would feel like such an asshole.
"Bonnie you don't have to -"
"No! No, I do, I'm going to talk to him and figure this out!" Simon knew he shouldn't listen in on the conversation, but he had heard his name and got curious. He stayed still in the hallway, listening as you rant. "I just - Johnny, this is his house, too! Ever since I've moved here, he's refused to he around me! If I don't clear the air and find out what I did, I'm worried he's going to move out."
"He isn't going to move out! Simon just doesn't warm up to people, alright? It's not personal, Bonnie, I promise." Johnny assures, his ears perking when he hears a creak in the hallway. You heard it too, wringing the dish towel in your hands.
"Simon?" He slowly moves into the doorway, arms stiff by his side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you behind your back." You apologize immediately, noticing the confusion scrunching Simon's face. "I just... I mean it, I don't want you to leave because of me."
"I don't want to leave. I don't want you to get annoyed with me." He admits quietly, staring at you unblinking. "If I get sick of you, you will want me gone."
"That's not going to happen, Simon." You assure him quietly, giving him a genuine smile. "Can you please join the movie nights again? Johnny says you have good picks." Simon shrugs with a noncommercial grunt, but the smile on your face told him you understood.
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synopsis : you moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around. but with four insanely hot men under same roof, it didn’t take long before things got messy. now you're cockwarming nanami at midnight, riding gojo in the shower, bent over for geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by toji. college? peace? who needs it when you’re getting dicked down for good?
A/N : this fic is very smut-heavy and most chapters contain multiple smut scenes. if that’s not something you’re comfortable reading, please feel free to skip this one *.✧
i really wanted to post something for my birthday and im just one hour late because it's already 1am here, but whatever. cute polytrix onepage comic sketch for you💙💜🩷
𖦹 jude’s love language is loud and physical. he’s the type to track your mood through the smallest shifts in your voice or posture before you even realize you’re tired.
𖦹 he’s a physical leaner — if you’re standing at the kitchen counter or doing the dishes, he will walk up behind you and attach himself like a heavy human backpack. he’ll rest his chin right on your shoulder, wrap his arms tightly around your waist, and gently sway both of you back and forth while whispering in your ear:
“sweetheart, when’s the last time you drank water? come on, take a break with me for five minutes.”
“you look stressed... do you need help with that, or do you just want me to rub your back?”
“are you hungry yet? tell me what you’re craving, i’ll make it for you.”
𖦹 he has zero concept of personal space when he’s at home — his favorite spot on earth is resting his head right in your lap while you scroll on your phone or watch TV. he’ll reach up just to mindlessly play with your fingers or guide your hand into his hair, letting out a soft sigh the second your fingertips brush his scalp.
𖦹 whenever he comes back into the warm apartment, his hands are always freezing. instead of warming them up himself, he’ll immediately slide his cold fingers under the hem of your oversized sweater or into your hoodie pockets, grinning impishly when you gasp at the cold while he buries his face into your neck to keep you from pulling away.
𖦹 despite having an entire wardrobe of his own, he insists on wearing your thick fuzzy socks around the house, stretching them out while he padded around the hardwood floor. when you call him out on it, he’ll just pull you into his lap and tuck your feet under his thighs to “keep them warm for you.”
𖦹 djed, on the other hand, rarely asks — he just acts. his observation skills are completely silent, moving around the apartment like a steady anchor.
𖦹 the second you walk through the door carrying heavy grocery bags, he appears out of nowhere, seamlessly taking them right out of your hands before you even have the chance to set them down.
𖦹 he’s the one who notices when you’re quiet; he won’t press you to talk, but he’ll walk past the couch, wrap his arms around your shoulders, and pull you back against his chest for a solid ten seconds just to let you breathe.
𖦹 you’ll casually mention craving a specific snack, and suddenly it’s sitting on the kitchen counter when you wake up, right next to a fresh cup of coffee he poured for you.
𖦹 he’s hyper-aware of your comfort in a way that’s completely non-verbal. if you fall asleep on the couch, he won't wake you up; he’ll quietly tuck a heavy blanket over your shoulders, adjust the pillow under your neck, and gently pick up your phone to plug it into the charger on the side table before softly pressing his lips to your temple.
𖦹 if you’re doing your skincare, makeup, or tying your shoes, djed has a habit of just leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that quiet intensity. if your hair keeps falling into your face while you're busy or cooking, his hands will silently reach from behind, gathering your hair up and tying it back into a bun or a small braid — yes, he specifically learned how to braid just for you.
𖦹 because jude is so vocal and expressive, djed sometimes quietly worries that his own low-key ways go unnoticed. he’d never voice it out loud, but every now and then he’ll just stand back and watch jude shower you with attention with a subtle look in his eyes.
𖦹 but you see right through him. every single time, you’ll catch djed’s gaze from across the room, walk over, and press a sequence of soft kisses to his jaw, his cheek, and his lips — quietly reminding him that his love is felt just as deeply.
𑣲. 02. living together as a three
𖦹 the apartment has a natural rhythm where neither of them fights for your attention. you were honestly impressed at first at how seamlessly the two of them could live together and tag-team taking care of you throughout the day.
𖦹 the media speculation is an absolute circus. keeping your relationship offline was the only choice — mostly because the thought of publicly labeling one as “the boyfriend” and hiding the other felt impossible to all three of you.
𖦹 paparazzi constantly capture low-quality pictures of the three of you grabbing coffee during their rare shared off-days. twitter threads run wild trying to figure out “who she's actually with,” while jude secretly scrolls through the theories at 2AM, wheezing into his pillow and reading the dumbest ones out loud to you and djed.
“look at this one,” jude snickers, showing you a blurry photo of djed opening the car door for you while jude carries your jacket. “‘is it a love triangle? or is she just the luckiest girl in europe?’... little do they know.”
𖦹 if you’re playing video games together, jude will talk endless shit, tease about being way better than you, and execute all the competitive boyfriend measures — only for djed to quietly mess with jude's controller so you end up winning every single match.
“i was going easy on her!” jude whines, throwing his head back dramatically into djed's lap while djed just smirks down at him from behind his phone. “i wasn't even using half my skills!”
𖦹 in minecraft, jude helps you design the village and care for the farm animals while djed mysteriously goes off-cam mining for twenty minutes and comes back with full diamond armor for all three of you. only for both of them to impulsively attack a nearby pillager outpost, accidentally triggering a bad omen raid that gets all three of you killed and your beautiful hours of work completely burned to the ground.
“it was djed's idea!” jude yells, frantically trying to re-spawn while djed just quietly sighs next to you, watching your village go up in flames. “he swung first, i was just protecting the team!”
𖦹 morning routines are a total pile-up: jude will cling to your side begging for ten more minutes of sleep, while djed is already up, leaning over the bed to kiss the crown of your head before handing you both fresh water.
𖦹 being the youngest of the three of you, jude definitely has that natural younger-boyfriend energy — not in a needy way, but in how seamlessly he falls into being pampered. you and djed both have a silent agreement to let him get away with a little extra complaining, whether it's giving him the biggest slice of dessert or fondly shaking your heads when he dramatically flops across both your laps after a long match.
“look, djed agrees with me,” jude says, leaning his entire weight against your side while djed just reaches over to ruffle his hair without looking up. “i'm literally the baby here, i shouldn't have to do the dishes today.”
𖦹 but your absolute favorite part of the day is waking up or falling asleep sandwiched between their warm bodies hugging you like a safe buoy. bonus points when both of them simultaneously nudge their noses into the crook of your neck on either side — instant butterflies, every single time.
𑣲. 03. behind closed doors — one-on-one
ᝰ.ᐟ Jude
𖦹 jude in bed is all about patience, deep eye contact, and making sure your body is completely attuned to his before he even thinks about moving faster.
𖦹 he whines a lot. at the very beginning, he used to try so hard to bite it back out of embarrassment, but you made it clear right away that those breathless sounds were the absolute hottest thing you’d ever heard. now, he’s completely vocal and unashamed.
𖦹 you love to deliberately tease him — holding back just out of reach, rolling your hips a little too slowly, or keeping your hands pinned to his chest — just to hear those desperate whines break out of his throat.
“please, baby... stop teasing me, i'm literally begging you,” he whimpers into your neck, his breath hot against your collarbone while his hips jerk helplessly into yours. “just give it to me, please...”
𖦹 he’s remarkably versatile depending on what you ask for, fully capable of pinning your wrists above your head if you tell him to, but his absolute favorite setting is slow, deep, and very affectionate.
𖦹 he loves to cradle the sides of your face while he slowly slides inside you, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone every time a shaky breath escapes your lips.
“look at me, baby... you’re taking me so well. tell me if you need me to slow down.”
“you feel so warm around me... just relax, i've got you.”
𖦹 his hands are anchored firmly on your hips, holding you steady in place while he fucks into you with a steady pressure that makes your toes curl.
𖦹 he will literally pause mid-stroke just to press kisses to your forehead, your nose, and your swollen lips, whispering quiet praise into your mouth until you’re completely undone.
“so good for me... so perfect. just like that.”
𖦹 he’s the type who strictly refuses to let himself come first — he genuinely treats your satisfaction like a high-stakes mission, adjusting his position and tracking every hitched breath to make sure you get your relief before he takes his own.
“you’re coming first-“ he pants, his thumb stroking your hip. “don’t even try to argue with me, pretty girl.”
ᝰ.ᐟ Djed
𖦹 if jude is a slow-burning flame, djed is an absolute thunderstorm — the contrast between his quiet domestic gentleness and his bedroom intensity will leave you completely breathless.
𖦹 he doesn’t do slow build-ups unless you explicitly demand it; the second the bedroom door shuts, his heavy hands are on your waist, lifting you right onto the mattress or pinning you against the wall.
𖦹 he’s acutely aware of every single sensitive spot on your body — especially your thighs. djed loves to abuse this knowledge in public, idly resting his palm high on your inner thigh under the table while you're out at a restaurant. he’ll slowly trace circles against your skin with his thumb right through your clothes, forcing you to shoot him a warning glare while he just takes a slow sip of his drink with a knowing smirk.
𖦹 he has an absolute obsession with marking you — his teeth dragging over the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave purple hickeys that linger for a week.
𖦹 when he flips you onto your stomach, his large palm comes down against your ass with a sharp slap that leaves a hot flush on your skin, his low voice rumbling right against your spine.
“you like being taken like this, don't you? show me how good it feels.”
𖦹 sometimes he gets so caught up in the heat, fucks into you with such force that your hands scramble for purchase on the headboard, forcing you to turn your head and sob out his name just to beg him to slow down.
𖦹 and the second you ask? that raw dominance melts back into his protective nature — he’ll instantly check his pace, pulling you flush against his chest so you can feel his racing heart while he slowly fucks into you until you both break together.
𑣲. 04. behind closed doors — all three of you
𖦹 when it’s all three of you in bed, the dynamic shifts into something overwhelmingly intense yet perfectly balanced, with jude giving you the gentle intimacy while djed keeps the raw and heavy pace.
𖦹 jude will stay right at your head, kissing your lips, whispering endless soft praise into your ear, and keeping your mind calm while djed takes control of your pussy, working his hands over your hips and setting a fierce rhythm from behind.
𖦹 djed loves watching how soft jude gets with you mid-act. his favorite part is when you suck him off while jude eats you out.
𖦹 there is never any rushing or awkwardness over who goes next; if djed gets too rough and brings you close to your limit, jude is instantly there to take over, pulling you into his lap to give you a moment to breathe while djed trails hot kisses down your spine.
𖦹 by the end of the night, you’re completely exhausted and well-cared for, sandwiched tightly between djed’s solid back anchoring you from behind and jude’s chest pressed against yours, both of them refusing to let you sleep anywhere except right between them.
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ARE YOU hopelessly fixated on a specific fictional polycule and have way too much time on your hands? boy do i have an unnecessarily elaborate ship chart for you!
(versions with 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 characters and an example under the cut)
feel free to make any edits or add stuff to your liking :]
꒱ Whenever Baby is driving, and you’re passenger princess, Mystery sits directly behind you. Baby blasts the ac during summer. So when your fingers turn to ice cubes you reach back for Mystery, who takes your hand and keeps you warm. He lets you continuously rotate hands too. And on the off chance you’re driving, he does the same for Baby.
꒱ To continue on in car behavior, Mystery often sings during drives. His voice is so soft and sweet, more often than not you or Baby will turn the volume on the radio down just to hear Mystery instead. He never notices.
꒱ Baby does love candy, but he loves sour candy. Those suckers he always has? Yeah they’re like warhead candies x 10. (He also loves spicy candy from Mexico.)
Mystery accidentally ate a sour sucker once and laid in your lap for an hour complaining about how badly they made his jaw ache and how his mouth wouldn’t stop watering. Baby put a piece of chocolate between his lips and forced Mystery to eat it via kiss. He was better after.
꒱ Mystery cannot fall asleep without hugging someone. He’ll use a pillow as a last resort, but he hates that. As much as you love Mystery, he’s like a furnace. So you and Baby switch throughout the night. When one of you wakes to go to the bathroom, the other is rolled into Mystery’s arms.
꒱ Baby eats your snacks in front of you and acts like you’re crazy for suggesting it.
“Baby, are you eating my special grapes?” **Baby, 100% eating your special grapes.** “Of course not! I would never.” “What the hell, you’re eating them right now! And you’re drinking Mystery’s favorite water!”
꒱ Baby and Mystery love cuddling on the couch with each other. Whenever you’ve gone out for the afternoon, or evening, it never fails to find them tucked together on the couch. Watching TV, napping, whatever. They drag you into the cuddle pile as soon as you return.
꒱ Mystery has about a million candid photos of you and Baby on his phone. His background is a sweet picture of you and Baby each kissing one of his cheeks.
꒱ Baby is the proudest boyfriend. He shows you and Mystery off any chance he gets. His Instagram looks like a fan page dedicated to you and Mystery.
Baby once posted an incredibly suggestive picture of Mystery and gave zero fucks of the consequences. Baby snuck a photo of Mystery, shirtless and flushed, between his legs as he stared up into the lens. Baby’s hand was tangled in Mystery’s hair. Nothing indecent could be seen, but the comments were unhinged.
𖤐 ━ ˗ˏˋ nsfw
꒱ Mystery likes when you ride Baby reverse cowgirl style. When Baby leans on the headboard, your back flush to his chest while he thrusts up into you.
Mystery will settle between your legs and alternate between sucking on your swollen clit and licking at Baby’s cock while you’re getting fucked. He loves tracing his tongue along where your pussy’s stretched open, when you both cry out his name.
꒱ Baby fucks like he’s got all the time in the world.
He’ll spread Mystery out on his back and roll his hips in slow, sensual movements. Mystery usually begs Baby to let him eat your pussy. Baby will tell you to sit on Mystery’s face and you do, leaning close, with your hands on Mystery’s stomach, to make out with Baby. Baby keeps up his steady thrusting and Mystery cums, cock untouched, every time.
꒱ Both boys are eaters, cock suckers, whatever. Baby, though, has more of an oral fixation. Baby definitely swallows Mystery’s cock down like he can’t live without it, and has his face buried in your pussy any time you allow it.
꒱ Love to Eiffel Tower you. On your hands and knees, on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed. Baby goes insane when he rests his hand on your throat while his dick’s in there. Baby and Mystery will make out so hot and heavy during it. The sticky wet sounds of their lips meeting, their soft moans — it always makes your pussy clench tight.
꒱ Mystery is obsessed with making you squirt. We’re talking squirting so much in one session that Baby has to grab an extra towel from the bathroom because the first one’s soaked. It turns Baby on so bad that sometimes, even when he tries to hold back, he can’t help but stroke his cock a few times and cum all over your tits, or your face, whichever.
꒱ When Baby’s in the mood to get fucked by Mystery, he’ll rest his head in your lap so you can play with his hair as he’s stretched open. We all know he likes to have something in his mouth, so he’ll suck on your fingers too. Probably turns into riding Baby while he’s fucked.
꒱ Well known fact Mystery bites. He leaves hickeys all over you. Really really loves marking up your thighs when he eats you out and won’t stop until he gives Baby matching ones.
꒱ Baby has filthy as fuck videos of you and Mystery in his camera roll. One he jerks off to often is a video of you and Mystery on your bellies between his legs, taking turns sharing and sucking on Baby’s cock like it’s the sweetest treat. Features you and Mystery kissing with Baby’s tip between your lips. Cum coating your faces.
so yall know that meme that goes “ur x inches deep inside this character while that character is x inches deep in you”? ye that but with a bit of difference. we all know the drills by now, dividers by @/cafekitsune
imagine having two cute boyfriends who are the complete opposites. calm, cool, collected when in public, with a butt-plug keeping your cum inside their hole or either wearing nipple clamps with a chain in the middle that always brushed against their shirt. even with a vibrator inside their hole, keeping them always on edge or a chastity cage that prevented them from getting fully hard, they keep their cool facade, joking with friends or barking out orders. the moment you three step inside your home though, that is a whole different story. they’re like desperate sluts for you, whining and pawing at your pants, one of them grinding their cock against your boots with watery eyes as they plead for you to fuck them already
they’re like a crybaby, really. easy to break and tear down and turn them into obedient little pups who only nod their heads and spread their legs and holes open for you to use to your fill. teasing them with little pinches to their nipples or dodging their snotty wet kisses gets them real cute and whiny, pouting at you with a “don’t you love me, master?”
but your most favorite position to see your pretty boyfriends in is when you deny them their favorite feeling and make them fuck each other. sure, they loved each other as much as they loved you, but two subs don’t make a dom and all you get is whiny, sobbing puppies as they meagerly grind against each other, cocks all hard and erect but never not knowing how to properly use it on each other
be mean, sit behind one of them and guide their hips with a hand on his hip bone, squeezing at his flesh before teaching him how to properly use his useless cock on your other boyfriend. guide him, ease his cock into the other’s awaiting eager hole, all messy and wet, dripping with your messy morning fuck’s cum and his saliva from eating him out. slap his ass when he trembles and complains about not being able to fuck him, teasing him about how he has such a nice big cock but can’t even use it and leaves it as a waste
then once he bottoms out inside your other boyfriend, sit back and watch him try to make sense of it all. oh, he was so tight and warm and so squishy around him, constantly clenching at his dick while slobbering at him to “muvh already♡︎!”. how could he? if he were to even pull his dick out by a single inch, he’s gonna cum inside him! and their master hasn’t given either of them the command to cum yet! none of them wanted to be bad and go against your order while you were guiding the one one top to weakly hump his cock into the other’s gaping hole
you don’t have to touch them just to be extra mean and simply enjoy your free time. maybe open a bottle of wine or champagne and sit back, all relaxed and content while your sweet pups cry about you being mean, harsh and only using them. you were, they made good entertainment after all. if feeling nice from the glass of wine, order the one on top on how to properly thrust his hips and bury his useless big dick inside the other’s hole that was clenching around him like a vice, trying to milk every drop of his cum. the one under only sobbing uselessly, already going non-verbal as he only sobbed and slurred like some drunken man, like he’s high on aphrodisiacs while pathetically grinding his ass flush against the other’s hip, hoping to get his dick deeper inside himself. hell, his greedy ass would even whine occasionally about how he wanted both of your dicks stretching his hole out, gaping him open for the world to see as he clawed at the sheets
it wouldn’t even take long for the one top to just give up, collapsing on top of his boyfriend as he can only hump his dick between his boyfriend’s ass cheeks. the hard yet wet thing already having slipped out while he tried to sloppily thrust into his boyfriend, only ending up in failure after failure. silly little dog, can’t even fuck his own boyfriend properly
finish your glass of wine patiently while your two cute boyfriends cried about being empty and needing your experienced touch on their bodies, setting aside the empty glass once you swallow the last drop. wine is meant to be taken slow and enjoyed after all, not rushed like how your stupid dogs barked about. be mean when you slowly and carefully take off your clothes, degrade them, call them useless and dumb mutts for being unable to follow a simple order as you finally settle behind the one on top. take his reddened cock, tease the tip, maybe even pull on the foreskin that is pushed back just to be a bit more meaner, hearing him blabber something while his hips buckled like a cute rabbit’s before shoving the tip back inside your eagerly awaiting other boyfriend, hearing the content, shrill squeal at the stretch while the other merely cried and sniffled weakly, legs already shaking
don’t make him pull out, keep guiding his cock until it’s halfway inside your other boyfriend’s eager hole, making him watch at how he accepts what is given to him, unlike him. only once the girthy thing is settled halfway inside, stop his hips from moving, dig your nails into the fat of his flesh, scratch at the back of his thighs, slap his sweet ass until they’re red and he’s complaining about how sore they are now. shush him up with a kiss, fist at his hair and tug his head back to face yours, making him whine at the burn to his scalp. “open up” order him, bark commands at him and see how cutely and even eagerly he follows it, jaw going slack, mouth hanging wide for you to do whatever. tell him to stick his tongue out and he will, letting out a satisfied moan at the messy, filthy wet kiss you give him. all suckles to his pink tongue, teeth gnashing and saliva dripping down. only the disappointed whine of your other boyfriend’s would snap you out, glancing down at him to see his pretty eyes, all teary and red from his sobs, staring at the messy kiss you shared with him with jealousy over his shoulder. he wanted kisses too!
“oh shut up, you’ll have your kisses later” scold him at the indignant teary look he gives you both, looking so betrayed over something so simple while the other merely inhales sharp breaths at the abrupt end of the kiss, all filthy and wet from his own saliva. use his moment of weakness and slide a lube covered finger into his unprepared ass, watch him as he buck his hips forward from the sudden drop of temperature, a harsh shiver running down his spine as his hold on his boyfriend’s hips tighten. after some half-assed fingering to try and open him up, guide your own strap into his hole, hold him tightly by the fat of his hips as he babbles in pure confusion on whether to buck forward into the tight warmth clamping around his cock or back into your huge girth splitting him wide open
once halfway inside him as well, stop your hips from moving further, hear his cute little voice go “h-haah? why’d y-ya’ stop?” as if he had expected you to do the hard work all the damn time like the spoiled little thing he was. meanwhile, your other boyfriend was doing so good and only taking what was given to him, occasionally clenching tighter around his boyfriend’s dick, still so unsatisfied with the lack of length inside him. “learn how to use your cock, puppy. i ain’t gonna be doing the heavy lifting all the damn time” scoff at his dejected noise, slap at the side of his reddened cheeks with a deserved “get workin’, sweetheart”. then just stay still and watch him try to make sense of the stimulations going on inside him
his own cock was halfway inside his boyfriend, all nice and warm and so teasingly tight. the constant wiggles of his hips and the little noises he kept making weren’t helping. but at the same time, you were inches deep inside him too, and he wanted so badly to push his fat ass flush against your hips, make you watch his red cheeks bounce stiffly against your own dick. he never tried to fuck his boyfriend before, you did all the fucking for them, filling their holes all nice and warm, milking their cute cocklets and taking care of their frustrations. why were you being so mean now?
sniffling back his angered tears, he would try to fuck into his boyfriend’s sweet hole, nearly buckling on his knees and collapsing on top of him if you hadn’t reached out to hold him upwards by the shoulders. he was so soft inside, he wondered how you held back whenever fucking them full. did he feel this soft and nice around you too? did you find his asshole to be tight and just as tantalizing to the point you just wanted to cum right then and there and paint his walls white? you had to, right? he was making you feel good too, right?
with rocky, stiff motions, he forced himself to move back and forth, trying to muffle his sniffles and sobs while their boyfriend eagerly let out his debauched moans and broken demands for more. at this point, he was simply chasing his own high, trying to shove his weeping dick as deep as he could into his boyfriend without letting your strap slip out of his own. it didn’t take too long, just a few broken thrusts of his hips and he was already mewling while he came inside his boyfriend, filling his already full hole even more as spurts of his cum slips and drips out of his hole. not even going to bother teaching them on how to be proper boyfriends, you lay his shaking body down on top of your boyfriend, making sure that his dick is still snug inside him like a human butt plug before getting to properly fucking them
sweet squeals of sheer excitement and weak mumbles and wet sniffles filled the room alongside the wet slaps of your hips meeting his ass, your boyfriend at the very bottom feeling his body rattle and shake with every thrusts you push into his boyfriend, effectively making him fuck his hole again. “anhhah-! haagh-ha♡︎! m-moowr.. more p-pleash? feels sho goud♥︎ fuc-fucking me again haaghaha♡︎♡︎” your boyfriend at the bottom giggled, sounding near delirious with how excited he seemed at the prospect of being double fucked, used like a human blow-up doll. “sniff..♡︎ i’m showry.. i’m showlly showry sorry shoorryyy♥︎ puh-please, don’t ge-eht sniff mad at meeeh..♡︎!” your other boyfriend sobbed occasionally, apologizing for not being able to ask for permission before cumming or to be able to use his useless big cock, punched out little wails escaping him at your thrusts
truly, you have to take time out from your days to teach your little puppies on how to properly fuck each other
